Samurai

He carried a sword and a strange feeling of empathy. While others saw merriness and joy, he saw deprivation and sorrow. It was unbearable for him. Alas, he has a human body and horsing senses that would hit him doubly. He could forsake neither and suffer alone. 

When he died fighting an unknown bloody war, he was given a second of bent heads by some and the world took no more to move on. Even time didn't stop. When it rained, the soil had the fragrance of him. On first sight, it feels love. That's a trap. Rational minds drink it for a while and forget. The emotional kinds are stuck and fell for it. 

The symptoms can be nostalgia, loneliness, partial pessimism, incessant courage, vision and more love. Look for the shaggy lost faces or the overlaughing ones. They can breathe long, deep and calmly. They often stop to smell the flowers or the gaze of the sky. When they seldom talk, it is some kind of brotherhood shit and the so-called peace & harmony which no one cares. They are always unsettled. They like to sleep on the floor over a thin mat or choose a parched land under a green tree. They carry no mirror with them as they think beauty lies inside.. Haa, what a joke!

The disease is more haunting than the cancer. It kills more slowly. Do not befriend them. It can be contagious. Instead... never mind... Hmm.